I watched a falling star
trace out the constellations of your corners
and your curves,
landing in the shadows below your eyes.
I followed as it outlined the soft
hills and valleys of your lips,
safe—
In the embrace of summer,
your heartbeat to keep my time,
I wandered from your sandy hair.
Between grasses and flowers,
I was lost in a meadow
of my overgrown desires,
until i slipped,
and, as the star before, i fell
into the river that flowed
in your eyes.
It welcomed me, and so I stayed.
And so there it was that i died,
in the ice of your eyes
that froze when winter came.